And speaking of boys... Byron Keats had been waiting for her when Liberty entered the visitor's check-in area at the county detention center.

As soon as he spotted her, he tried to dampen a sly smile."Good evening, counselor."His gaze traveled up and down her body, taking in the details."Nice outfit, very bright and glitzy."

"Never mind that," she huffed, trying to catch her breath after running through the detention center parking lot.Even for a Saturday night, she had to park ...